"Master, what are we... going to do?"
The speaker was a female disciple who glanced at Xu Guang while speaking.
Xu Guang ignored her. Among the group, he only valued Fuqing and a few familiar faces. As for the others, they had nothing to do with him, and he wouldn’t interfere in Wanhua Institute’s internal matters.
"Master, there are too many of us together. Why don’t you talk to Martial Uncle and suggest we split up?"
A young male disciple with flickering eyes approached Fu Feng and whispered.
Everyone present was sharp, and apart from a few disciples who relied solely on background to get to where they were, everyone could see that the barbarians were targeting Master Fuqing.
Parting ways with Fuqing could significantly increase their chances of survival.
With Master Fu Feng, who was close to becoming a Three-tamorphosis Zhenren, providing protection, safely returning to Jiufeng Mountain should not be a problem.
This was only human nature; it was already a desperate situation. Xu Guang was indeed strong, but could he be stronger than a Third Grade?
Following Fuqing, if the barbarians caught up, it would only lead to a dead end.
No one wanted to follow to their death.
Master Fu Feng’s face turned dark. He glanced at the male disciple who spoke, his lips moving.
"That’s enough."
Master Fuqing, who was adjusting his breathing, opened his eyes, his expression calm. "Huang Bing is right. Fu Feng, you and Floating Light leave together; there’s a good chance you can get away. I will stay here to buy you ti..."
"Elder Sister..."
Huang Bing showed a look of sha, knelt down in front of everyone and kowtowed.
"Martial Uncle, up above, Martial Nephew is unfilial, but... I can’t abandon my family. My son is only three years old, and it was so difficult for him to be born. I don’t want to..."
After becoming a Martial Artist at the Innate level, it becos difficult to have children. Many martial artists choose to marry at the Innate Realm to seek descendants.
Many people present were in similar situations to him.
Fuqing sighed.
"Those who wish to leave, follow Fu Feng..."
"Elder Sister..."
"Our Wanhua Institute cannot fall; it is the master’s hard work."
Master Fuqing spoke indifferently.
Fu Feng had no words to respond.
From beginning to end, Xu Guang remained silent until Fuqing’s gaze fell on him.
He then spoke softly.
"I am here for Elder Sister; there’s no need for Elder Sister to arrange my affairs."
In other words, the person he was guarding was Fuqing, not anyone else.
In fact, he believed that having these people leave was a good thing. Joining forces with General Wei, he had the confidence to face a Third Grade Barbarian, but couldn’t guarantee everyone’s safety.
In Fuqing’s mind, he couldn’t help but recall the scene on the bridge where Xu Guang personally beheaded that at Mountain Barbarian.
"Martial Uncle, up above, those of us should take the task of glorifying Wanhua Institute as our duty. If we break this vow, may the heavens strike us with lightning!"
Huang Bing was the first to speak.
The few disciples following Fu Feng also knelt down and repeated the sa words.
The night wind blew gently, and in the blink of an eye, only Fuqing, Xu Guang, and a few disciples of Master Fuqing remained in the forest.
Tang Yuming was naturally among them as well.
"Yuming, you are the only child in your family; you shouldn’t stay behind."
Tang Yuming let out a bitter smile. "If my three clans were still around, perhaps I would leave. But... Master, I have nothing left."
He was from Lu Yuan County in Changsong Prefecture. His father was the Sect Leader of the minor sect, Five Luo Sect in Lu Yuan County.
When the barbarians first entered Changsong Prefecture, he died in battle.
Now, he truly was all alone.
The situations of the other disciples were similar; most had no family ties to hold them back.
Only such people without attachnts could face death with Fuqing without hesitation at such a critical mont.
"Let’s go too, in this direction."
Xu Guang did not feel the sense of parting for life or death. He never believed that they would really die this ti.
Knowing that Fuqing had completely lost his composure, he simply chose a direction and led everyone away.
The world was dark, the moon had vanished, and the monts before dawn were the darkest.
In the dense forest, shadows swiftly retreated, the trees swaying slightly as if a breeze had passed through.
Not long after, the sound of hooves echoed, stopping at this place.
"Grand Marshal, there are blood traces here from Yi Kui General. Those people haven’t gone far."
"Can we catch up to them?"
"Our Black Scale Horses excel at mountain pursuits. With elite experts pursuing, we will surely catch up."
"You’re too slow; I’ll go after them myself!"
Xiu Chuan spoke with a cold gaze.
The young shamans exchanged glances. "Grand Marshal..."
Xiu Chuan raised his arm, and several soldiers struggled to help him put on his armor, followed by a helt, arm guards, and leg guards. In his hand, a large ice-blue wolf fang club was lifted, sweeping through a patch of eerie blue Profound Ice.
"Blood Rain Divine Power, Fire Attribute Divine Power..."
Xiu Chuan’s eyes radiated fierce light, brewing cruelty and savagery, transforming into strands of blood like living creatures swirling in his eyes.
"Let see just how strong your fire is."
He raised his arm, bent over, preparing to sprint.
Bang!
The ground exploded into two large pits, and the man shot forward like an arrow, straight as an arrow, charging into the distant mountains and forests.
The gigantic figure, like a bulldozer, vanished in an instant.
His speed nearly exceeded the speed of sound. The sonic barrier hadn’t even exploded yet, suppressed by his powerful vitality and Barbarian Strength.
Silence reigned.
In the deep autumn forest, as dawn approached, mist began to spread.
Guiqiao County was not a powerful county. Its exploration of the surrounding mountains was far from enough, with many Demon Beasts above the Innate Realm and nurous fierce ghosts lurking.
The lush forests resembled ancient jungles. The dark shadows of the trees, shrouded in mist, looked like grim, grotesque specters.
The closer they got to the deep mountains, the stronger the sense of terror beca.
From a bird’s-eye view, figures flickered continuously in the trees, moving like nimble monkeys, leaping swiftly through the forest.
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